Mag-log inTen years ago, Seraphine was cast out in disgrace when her father was condemned for murdering the Alpha’s son. Now she’s back—stronger, deadlier, and hungry for the truth that destroyed her childhood. But the boy who once shared her secrets is now the ruthless Alpha who refuses to let her leave. Zephyr is convinced she’s returned for blood, and he’ll keep her caged before he lets her tear apart everything he’s built. What he doesn’t expect is the mate bond that ignites between them like wildfire. What she doesn’t expect is how much she still wants the man who never fought for her. Trapped together in a deadly game of dominance and desire, neither realizes that the real killer walks among them—watching, waiting, and willing to destroy them both to keep the past buried. Some betrayals cut deeper than claws. Some truths are worth dying for. And some mates are worth forgiving.
view moreChapter Four: ImprisonedZephyr's POV"This is impossible. Absolutely impossible."I paced the terrace like a caged animal, my hands shaking with the overwhelming need to break something, anything. The mate bond pulsed insistently under my skin like poison spreading through my veins, connecting me to the one person I should want dead more than anyone else in this entire world.The murderer's daughter.My fucking mate.Beta Thomas appeared silently at my shoulder, his expression carefully neutral in that way he had perfected over years of service. "Alpha? The guests are asking questions. Many questions. What should I tell them?""Handle them." I did not stop pacing. Could not stop. If I stood still for even a second, I might actually lose what was left of my rapidly crumbling sanity. "Tell them whatever you need to. I do not care.""And the woman? What should we do with her?""Seraphine." Her name tasted like ash and bitter memories. "Her name is Seraphine Blackthorne, and she is exact
Chapter Three: The Bond"I am afraid you have me confused with someone else, Alpha."My voice did not shake. Ten years with Thane had taught me that much—never let them see you bleed, especially when they were the ones holding the knife poised at your throat.Zephyr's laugh was razors wrapped in silk, sharp enough to cut. "Really? That is the pathetic game you want to play with me? Denial?""It is not a game, and I am not in denial about anything." I bent gracefully to collect the broken champagne flute, using the movement to steady my racing heart and buy precious seconds to think. "My name is Evangeline Northcrest, and I have absolutely no idea who this Seraphine person is supposed to be. Perhaps you have mistaken me for someone from your past?""Evangeline." He tasted the name slowly, like poison coating his tongue. "How incredibly creative of you. Very sophisticated. Tell me, Lady Evangeline, do you often crash parties under false pretenses and fake identities? Is this a hobby of
Chapter Two: The Mask Slips"Lady Evangeline, how absolutely divine that you could grace us with your presence tonight."I smiled at the Beta's wife like she had just offered me the moon instead of stale compliments wrapped in fake sincerity. "The pleasure is entirely mine, Luna Catherine. Your reputation for hosting exquisite gatherings has reached even the northern territories. Everyone speaks of your impeccable taste."She preened visibly under the flattery, her diamond necklace catching the chandelier light as she gestured enthusiastically toward the ballroom. "You simply must try the champagne, my dear. It is imported directly from the finest French vineyards. No expense spared for tonight's celebration.""How incredibly thoughtful." I accepted the crystal flute from a passing server, letting my fingers brush his wrist casually. He did not even notice the tiny listening device I slipped from his tray into my palm with practiced ease. "I do so love French bubbles. They have such d
Chapter One: The Day Everything Burned"Sera! Come see the butterfly cocoons! They are starting to split open!"I dropped my handful of wildflowers and raced toward Mama's voice, my bare feet slapping hard against the warm stone path. The garden smelled like sweet jasmine and wet earth, and I was already planning to ask Papa if we could stay out here until the stars came out so we could count them together like we always did on clear nights.A scream tore through the peaceful afternoon air, and I froze completely, the scattered petals drifting down around my feet. Another scream pierced through the garden, followed by shouting—so much shouting it sounded like the whole pack house was on fire."Mama?" My voice came out small and frightened.But she did not answer me.She was not by the butterfly bush anymore. The delicate cocoons hung empty and forgotten as more screams poured from the windows above us, echoing off the stone walls.I knew I should stay put. I should wait for someone to






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